This is part2 of the Lisa series. If you haven’t read part1 yet then CLICK HERE
So after Lisa poured blood all over me in the back seat of her Honda Civic, most men would have been just short of car bombing the bitch. But nope, not Marcus, it only took me a couple of weeks to get over it and I was right back in the chase for the pussy like my name was Kyle Bush.
We began to talk on the phone again like nothing ever happened. Although it did briefly come up and she apologized about it. The apology that I wanted lye right between her thighs, and it rhymed with “pushy”. As time passed I started to like here more and more almost girlfriend material. I also became more comfortable around her. Not due to the fact that I was almost elbow deep in her bodily fluid weeks ago, although this was a factor. It was more because she was a cool person and we got along really well. Not to mention she was super freaky. She use to go out shopping at Victoria Secret, buy up some sexy outfits and get on webcam modeling the new outfits for me. I loved it. Corsets, crotchless panties, ass-less nighties and more, she would change into 3 or 4 outfits in 1 night. Then she would eventually start masturbating as I beat my meat on the other end, which I would never admit to her I was doing because I felt like a pervert doing it. This went on for a while until I got her to hook back up with me.
I invited her over to my place I asked my brother to leave the house for a few hours, because I didn’t want any distractions and I wanted it to be perfect. So in order to get him to leave and stay gone I had to buy him a pizza. So instead of him going to hang out at the neighbors or dining-in to eat his pizza. My dumb ass brother picks up a large pizza and comes back home and parks across the street from the house and starts eating. Meanwhile Lisa and I are inside playing video games chatting. I am such a scary bitch sometimes; even though this bitch has used me as a human dialysis machine, undressed in front of me on webcam and masturbated for me. I am still to timid to make a move. We continue to play Xbox and I’m slowly trying to get myself into the panties. I make a sex joke here and a touchy-feel there but she just doesn’t seem interested. To make it even worst Marvin, with the patients of an 8-year-old, is in the 90 degree car getting bored. So he begins to text me, rushing me to move it along so he can come back in. (In his defense he was out in the car doing nothing for over an hour. But it’s pussy on the line here and I would do it for him.) After ignoring his text for about 10 minutes while I continued to seal the deal, he begins honking the horn like a child. I go out and give him a status update and he’s pleased for the next 5 minutes, then he starts knocking on the door. He brings he’s pizza in forces me to introduce him to Lisa (again) and offers her some pizza. I quickly shut him down and banished him back to the car before the situation got out of control.
After a little more work I finally got the TV turned off and was sliding into second base. I started sucking her titties and she started rubbing my dick. It was about to go down! I pulled my condom out nervously fumbling to put it on. She was still sitting on the sofa and I was on my knees in front of her on the floor. I knew better than to just blindly go down on her from my first encounter. So I started fingering her which was basically just a tactic to check for blood. When I looked at my fingers, no blood. So all systems were a-go. Then guess who came knocking on the door?
Yup, My George foreman looking, child molestation victim, brother. Accompanied by my dysfunctional worthless neighbor. “BAM BAM BAM WHAT YOU DOIN MARCUS?” “BAM BAM AYE WHO IN THERE?” Dumb and dumber went on with this for the next 5 minutes. However Lisa and I did a good job of ignoring them, so they eventually left.
By now I am sliding my dick into her and before I knew it, I had just entered one of the crustiest, driest, pussies I ever been in, in my life. I mean I’ve fucked young, old, skinny, fat, even a fucking retard and a bitch who’s pussy smelled like death!. But Lisa, one of the more normal, better looking chicks I’ve slammed, had quite possibly the worst pussy I ever had. It was so bad I can only explained how it felt in a list format, so her we go:
It’s was like I was fucking a mesh tri-fold boy scouts wallet
It was similar to fucking the cardboard inside a roll of toilet paper
It was like fucking an oven mitten
It felt like I was fucking a corpse
It felt like I was being brutally jacked off with a sham-wow
I began to blame myself. Maybe she wasn’t turned on by me. Maybe my dick was tiny. Maybe the air in my house was too dry and I needed a humidifier. Which were all valid reasons. I know I can be very repulsive at times so maybe my repulsiveness turned her off. I never had my penis called tiny before, but I watch porn all the time and I’m probably only hung like the bottom 25 percentile of porn stars (no homo). Plus I’m black, so chicks automatically expect some king kong dick when I drop my pants. But I’m sure they are probably immediately disappointed when they see my extra regular dick. But whatever the reason was the sex promptly came to a halt. We mutually came to an agreement to stop fucking. In only about 30 seconds; the pussy I had worked so hard to get; even got used as a human tampon for; Came and went in 30 seconds. (FML)
She jumped up and ran into the bathroom to clean up. I got up and started to zip up my pants not even bothering to take the condom off, thinking shit, I’ll get to it later, when I looked down and saw a brown little circular stain on my sofa, right where the sex took place. My first thought was not only did this bitch cover me in blood weeks earlier. She also left a shit stain on my sofa!! Oh hell naw! But under closer inspection it wasn’t a shit stain at all. It wasn’t a shit stain at all. It was a tiny little puddle of blood.(FML) Lisa has leaked again; but this time on my sofa. Honestly when I seen this I didn’t become angry right away. I became more curious as to why some bodies pussy would always be bloody. However my curiosity did not last long when I remembered that I had stuffed the bloody condom back into my pants. As she came out of the bathroom, I rushed in with a worried look on face, mumbling to myself “not again, not again”. I unzipped and found a bloody ass condom dangling from my limp dick, eww. I looked in the crotch area of the inside of my pants and there it was; a bloody skid mark courtesy of the bloody condom. I wanted so bad to go outside and strangle that bitch, but I had to control my anger. Mainly because I didn’t want all of my friends who were hanging out outside to know that the same bitch fucked me over the same way twice. Although I did have to come clean about the obvious blood stain on the sofa, if was very minor compared to what the inside of my jeans looked like. My friends talked so much shit about me for the next two months. So for any self-respecting guy this would be the last and final encounter with Lisa. I mean any man who has any shred of dignity or possesses even a little self-control when it comes to all things sexual, would have known it was time to throw in the towel. But not Marcus!
CLICK HERE to read the next story in the Lisa Series Lisa and The GangPosted on June 16th, 2011 by iBlackguy | 6 Comments »